Growing up, I guess I was inclined to building/fixing things. When I was 11 I had my bicycle completely disassembled. I was overhauling it. My Dad said he hoped I could get it put back together. I did. BTW, I still have that bike that Santa brought me in 1966.
That leads me to today, where I’m an Electronics Technician. 20 years in the Navy, and 17 years working FOR the Navy. And I love my job.
I remember at the age of 11 or 12 trying to fix my bike. I asked my father for some help as I was not mechanically inclined. He looked at me for about ten seconds. Then he said nobody helped him when he was young, why should he help me. He then took a puff on his pipe and walked away. Somehow, I managed to get the bike to run correctly. Don't ask me how.